Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.